“You can fucking have him,” I hissed. “I don’t want or need another woman’s man.” “Please,” Leggy scoffed. “You think I don’t know what you’re trying to do? You’re trying to drive a wedge between us so you can be Queen of the Bratva. Well let me tell you something. He will never marry some Spanish suka like you. He’ll play around with you. Fuck you. But eventually he’ll get bored of you like he has with every other woman who isn’t me. And when that happens, he’ll chuck you back into the dirt where you belong.”
